Meathead Monologue

there's a stillness in your cute and tired eyes

something that once felt routinely, is now withering away without a clear explanation.
i can see your tired eyes becoming less interested.
i can see your careless photos and expressions becoming less attentive.
honey, do you even care anymore?
can i even call you a friend anymore?
am i just another girl in your collection?
your cute and tired eyes still occupy the majority of my thoughts, and all i do is wonder if you think of me.
all i do is wonder if you sit and wait by your phone like me.
but the new school year is here.
new people are here.
is it safe to say that i can put you behind me and see someone else?
is it safe to say that we were a shot in the dark, and i missed it?
i happen to be a bit love blind,
bear with me here.
because i cared and still do,
but your cute and tired eyes are looking a little more tired than usual.
and a whole lot more bored.
so, i'm sorry if i've bored you, babe.
i'm sorry if you've gotten over any type of heart race i erected inside of you.
i'm sorry that i'm a little slow with love and a little inexperienced.
i'm sorry, alright?
but please, for me, get some sleep, will you?
don't stay up too late, take a shower, eat a snack, take care of yourself for god sakes.
take care of yourself.
love yourself before you can love me.
i just hope you can do it in time.
because a new school year is here.
new people are here and saying hello to me everyday.
and a new love could be on its way, and we wouldn't even know it.
a new love could be on its merry way.
and we wouldn't have done a damn thing.

r.k.